They Also Serve: A Jump Universe Novel Part 30

Du reached over, punched Jeff on the shoulder. "Maybe I don't want to either. But we're here, and you and your girl could be nothing but atoms any second, so I'm doing what Mary and the others trained me to do-think with my head, not my a.s.s. For what it's worth, the echos show a cave up there, more like an overhang. The folks with the vanis.h.i.+ng box are camped there. We can get above them. That's what I plan to do tonight, when there's no sun, and, with luck, the d.a.m.n thing will have no power. Get above them and take them from behind."

"When?"

"Probably when the group that has your Annie walks her and her sister into camp. That ought to distract enough people to let us do what we have to before they know they're being done to. That close we can use the sleepy bullets. Maybe n.o.body else will have to die in this lash-up. Maybe. That would be nice."

Jeff nodded. What could he say? Dumont held all the cards in this game; Annie would live or die by his rules.

Harry's hand laser cut a wide chunk out of the gravel roadbed. He gawked; the d.a.m.n rock was fused solid. And not just where the wagon wheels had pounded it down. An inch or two below the loose gravel, it was solid rock again. He cut a wedge a good foot down and a foot across.

"You think that'll slow the Pres?" a voice chided him from his commlink. "His repair crew'll have that patched in no time."

"And this is?" Harry answered his unrequested message.

"You call me Net Dancer. I just thought I ought to look in on you, see how you were doing. Not very well, if I may say so."

"Ca.s.sie, are the explosives in?" Harry asked.

"About there."

"Hang around for a second," Harry suggested. "I'd make sure I was on our side of this break, though. It'd be a shame for us to slam the door with you on the outside," Harry grinned. Actually, he'd love to.

"I'm inside," Net Dancer answered peevishly. "I'm observing this through your thin commlink." Ten minutes later the charges went off; Net Dancer gave them a bit more respect. "That'll slow them down for a couple of hours. Is that all you're doing?"

"We'll cut it in a couple more places. You just keep your eyes open for other work-arounds your old boss might try."

Net Dancer might be happy, but the refugees they'd held up on the road while they blew it were anything but. "We'll have the devil's own time getting Granny and the wagon through that. Ya got no respect, man."

"Sorry," Harry called. He got his crew remounted and headed for the next valley, where he would blow another hole in the road.

"You starmen, ya got your nice wagons. Well, the rest of us got what we got. Why ya making it harder on us?"

Ca.s.sie shook her head as she ordered the driver to go. "If you have to explain what's going on, there's no use bothering. They don't like it, and they're fools to think not liking it will change G.o.d's will." Harry had no answer for either man or marine. He held on tight as they gunned across an open field, leaving what was left of the road to the people on it.

Daga wrapped her arms around her knees, swaying slowly where she'd collapsed when the mountain vanished. The explosion had brought Sean and Jean Jock rus.h.i.+ng from the cave. They'd taken one look at the rising smoke and set up the box. They hadn't known how to open it. She'd refused to tell them until Sean bent her arm behind her and threatened to break it if she didn't tell. She'd opened the box and showed them how to aim it.

The noise and light had come again-and the gray, stone mountain had gone.

Then the woman and the two men returned. She'd been livid with Sean and Jean Jock. Shouted at them, demanded to know what they were thinking, why they'd done it. "You heard the blast. There's something out there. It's gone now." Sean had insisted.

"Gone, you say. You're sure," the woman had torn into Sean. "Something goes boom and you have to make a mountain disappear. Was the little boy frightened? You're disgusting."

Daga was shocked that Sean let the woman talk to him like that, but under her tongue-las.h.i.+ng, Sean deflated like a broken blimp. When the woman finished with Sean, she turned to her two followers. "Well, we'd better get ready. Someone is out there, despite what these idiots have done. Get your rifles."

"Shall I put away the box?" Jean Jock asked the woman.

"No. Keep it out. We may have to use it again."

Harry used a crowbar on the railroad bed, sc.r.a.ping aside the top layer of rocks. Below them, the bed was melded stone. What turned rocks into something that made fiber optics look like two kids holding cans with a tight string between them? "Well, give us another few years and see what we've got," Harry muttered to himself.

"It'll take millions," Net Dancer answered from Harry's commlink. "Unless you get us to help you. Want a hand, pops?"

Harry bit back several retorts. He never had liked his workstation; it always failed when he most needed it. It seemed to have a mind of its own. Did he want one that really did? "How deep does this rock go?" was what he finally said.

"Railroad specs say three, four feet of rock. Don't know if the Gardener used it all or went farther."

"I thought you knew everything."

"Maybe the Gardener knew what he did. We lost all that when you humans fixed his wagon. Okay?"

A train's airhorn sounded in the distance. Harry strained into the gathering gloom. Right, train lights. They could rig the charges, let the train pa.s.s, then blow the section. Marines waved to the pa.s.sengers as the train rolled by, then blew the line charges. The explosions started in the distance and marched with majestic violence up the tracks, hurling rock, rails, and dirt in large, ever-widening plums. Try fixing that break, you arrogant bunch of circuits, Harry said to himself. With Net Dancer listening, he said nothing aloud.

Electricity gone, the train rolled to a slow stop. Harry and Ca.s.sie piled into their mule and headed home, carefully clear of the train. They weren't far enough.

"Ca.s.sie, did you do that?" came in a loud, piercing shout.

"Ms. San Paulo," Ca.s.sie muttered under her breath. Sure enough, standing on the steps of the lead car was the Chair of the Central Circle of Santa Maria.

"Driver, over there." Ca.s.sie pointed him toward San Paulo.

"What's the meaning of this?" San Paulo shrieked as soon as they were in talking distance. "You've killed the train to County Clair. How are we supposed to get people to safety now?"

"They'll have to walk, ma'am. The big computer the Colonel is fighting has been using the rocks in the roadbed as a network. We had to take it out."

"You can't send messages through rocks. That Colonel is crazier than I thought. You'll just have to drive me to the base." Ca.s.sie looked distinctly uncomfortable.

"I'll have to call that in, Ma'am. Colonel's restricting access to the base right now."

"He'd never turn me away. I have to see my daughter."

"Can't argue with that," the Colonel agreed, none too happily. "Give her a ride in."

San Paulo insisted that someone walk to make more room for her. Ca.s.sie crammed her and her luggage aboard.

Jeff climbed; the cold stone cut his hands. Blood made the next grip slippery. The marines had gloves. Bo, who'd stayed behind with the horses, had offered his gloves to Jeff. Too small, they fit Ned's grip. Jeff thought of Annie and climbed, taking up the slack in the safety rope. It was pitch-black; even with night goggles, he could hardly see the handholds. Jeff climbed, thinking of Annie, and not the latest argument he'd lost with Du.

The group coming from the west was following a trail. The marines had crossed ahead of them. Jeff wanted to set up an ambush, get them now, and free Annie. Dumont quickly dismissed the option. "We're too d.a.m.n close to the box. Even sleepy bullets make noise. We stage a firelight here, they'll make us all vanish." Jeff had wanted to say more, but he couldn't find the words. d.a.m.n, why did Dumont always have to be right? Did right matter when Annie's life was at risk?

It started to rain, first gentle bits of moisture on the wind, then angry drops. The marines grumbled despite their magic s.p.a.ce clothes keeping them warm. Jeff's outfit had been worn out to begin with. Now the wind and rain went straight through him. All he had to keep him warm were his anger with Dumont and his love for Annie. For the time being, these seemed enough. Ahead, Du signaled for a halt with a dark light. It had to be magic, a light you could see only with night goggles. Magic. And the computer was like magic to them. Junior mages fighting master mages. What chance did he and Annie have against them? We and our grandparents built this place. I'll be d.a.m.ned if I'll let anyone take it away from us.

Jeff pulled himself up the last handhold. There was a flat s.p.a.ce where Du and the other marines huddled out of the wind. Jeff joined them; Du was talking. "We got a shoulder here that leads around to the overhang we're headed for. Let's take five, then follow it. Jeff, show me your hands."

"They're fine."

"I got two big marines that'll hold you down if you don't show me those paws of yours. I see blood dripping from here."

"It's just rain." Without a word from Du, the two marines beside Jeff grabbed his arms and held his hands out, palms up. One was a woman; still, they held him like a solid metal vise. Du applied medicine to Jeff's hands; they hurt for a second, then went numb. Du finished by spraying something over it all. "That'll hold them. You want to shoot straight, don't you?"

"You've seen Annie?"

"No, but it's a good bet they brought her here for something. Knowing the trust level of the s.h.i.+ts we're dealing with, they'll have a gun or knife on her to make sure she does what she's supposed to."

"I shoot whoever it is."

Dumont eyed Jeff for a long second, then shook his head. "No, Jeff. I'll take that one out. Not you."

"Why?"

"Because you got emotions behind your trigger finger. Makes people shake. Could shake your bullet from your target to Annie. Trust me, they'll be close. I'll do the shooting." Jeff didn't answer. Du didn't wait for him to. "Our secondary targets are about an hour out from the primary. Let's start walking, folks."

It took forty-five minutes to work their way around the three thousand yards of rain-slick rock; the ledge narrowed down to almost nothing for most of the way. Once on the rocky overhang, Dumont motioned Jeff to stay close. While the others anch.o.r.ed their safety lines to rocks or trees, Du worked out lines for both Jeff and himself. Done, the two edged forward to get their first look at the Greens' camp.

A fire crackled outside the cave made by the overhang. Three figures sat in lotus position, meditating on the flames. Two men stomped around the edge of the dark, air rifles in hand. A lone figure huddled in a lump halfway between the fire and the dark. Du pointed at that one, asked a question with a raised eyebrow. Jeff studied the figure. The clothes were a standard plaid. The figure was small, even allowing for its present lump. "Daga, I think," Jeff muttered into his throat mike.

"Anybody see a box?" Du asked on net. Jeff didn't; neither did anyone else. There were plenty of piles around the fire; any one could hide the deadly box. One of the meditators could be sitting on it, for all Jeff knew.

"Settle in, crew. Company in fifteen minutes." Du unfolded a bedroll and draped it over Jeff. It kept the rain out, warmth in. Jeff rolled himself up in it, letting it protect him from the cold stone beneath, the cooling, damp air above. How could he hate a man who'd share his kit with you even as he waited to kill, and maybe be killed? What were the starmen all about? Jeff wondered if he would ever know. Then thought again, and wondered how long it would take him to become one.

Annie rode, knowing that the woman beside her had an air pistol aimed straight at Nikki's back. Around her, men rode, heads down against the rain. Ahead of them and higher up, Annie caught glimpses of a fire. That was where this trail led. That was where it would all come together-or all come apart.

Hardly a word had been spoken to Annie and Nikki by their captors. Kicks, orders, demands, yes, but no talking; Pretty Boy and the woman had seen to that. The men feared the woman; maybe they could still hear the screams of the wife at the house as the woman tortured her to make her husband talk. Annie remembered and struggled to swallow the terror memory raised in her. Somehow, in this dark, with Dumont's pitiful pistol, she would find a way to get her and Nikki away from this woman.

The husband had told everything. Shouted it in the end. It hadn't saved him or his wife. Annie knew nothing she and Nikki did to please these people would save them in the end either.

There was noise ahead. The man bringing supplies must have arrived at the camp. Pretty Boy came back to exchange words quickly with the woman. Then the men dismounted and Pretty Boy led them into the trees.

"We wait here, children, for a while. When we ride in, Nikki, you go straight to Daga and tell her her mother's dying, that she has to go home. Don't explain how you found their camp, just talk to Daga. Let things get confused." The woman's smile might have been lovely on a picture. Here, with her words, it was cold evil. "Do what I say, and you and Daga can ride out of here tomorrow happy as kids should be. Cross me, and I'll hurt you worse than any priest's h.e.l.l. Understand?"

Nikki nodded, fighting tears. Annie said, "Yes, ma'am."

The woman accepted their agreement like it was her due. Her gun stayed under her cloak, weaving between Annie and Nikki, a snake eager to strike. Annie kept her hands on the reins, close to her wallet and its gun, but subservient, the way Ma said a good serving girl met a customer. Time stood still as they and their horses rested. Their mounts at least could crop a little green from trailside. Annie had nothing to do but taste terror rising in her throat. Could she find a way out for her and her sister? Could she grab it when she saw it?

"Let's get moving," the woman ordered. "Annie, you first. Remember, I have my gun on Nikki."

"I will remember," Annie said obediently. The horses plodded up the trail. As they reached the edge of the clearing, Annie whispered back, "We should announce ourselves."

"Then do it." The woman's whisper could flail skin.

"h.e.l.lo the fire. We have an urgent message for Daga Finnigan. Is she there?"

"h.e.l.lo the traveler," came a woman's voice. "You picked a miserable night for traveling. What brings you out?" Annie measured the words. They were what should be said, but there was no feeling behind them. At the edge of the clearing, Annie paused, let those around the fire see her. She dismounted and led her horse forward. Nikki and the woman did the same.

"Is Daga there?" Nikki called, her voice trembling. Maybe those around the fire would mistake it for concern.

Daga appeared suddenly from a shadow, distant from the fire. Annie's horse snorted at the surprise. Annie took reins from Nikki as her sister raced to Daga. "Your ma, she's taken fever. She's calling for you. We've been hunting for you forever."

The woman gave her horse over to Annie, the slight flow of her cloak giving Annie a glimpse of the pistol's eager jaws. Annie got all three sets of reins into one hand, let her own free hand wander toward the wallet and its own death.

From around the fire, people stepped forward, rifles in hand.

"And how is it that you only now found us?" a woman's voice sweetly asked.

"We asked in all the villages," Annie, spoke over Nikki. "Someone said she'd seen a girl who looked like Daga gathering mushrooms around these rocks." Annie shouted, trying for time and confusion. The woman beside her curled her lips in her satisfied death smile and raised her chin, as if to urge Annie on. "We've been searching and saw your fire in the night."

"Daga," Nikki blabbered on, "your ma, she's real sick. She really wants to see you. She really needs you."

"Why don't I really believe that?" the woman from the fire said. "Sean, see what the smiling one has under her cloak. Brothers, check the woods. Where there's one, there's more."

Suddenly the night was alive with cracks, pops, and whizzing noises. Sean dropped, grabbing his knee and screaming in agony.

"Take 'em down!" came over Jeff's commlink. His rifle had Dumont's fire plan. Jeff was a.s.signed the woods on the right side of the camp; he split three targets with a marine. Dumont had taken the center of the camp. Heave, whom he insisted was his best sharpshooter, shared it with him. Jeff squeezed off a three-shot burst at his first target. The man dropped, pulse and respiration slowing. Jeff switched to his next target, but this one was behind a tree and spraying the camp with air pellets as fast as he could work his action. Jeff's burst missed. To his right was a long crack of thunder. The marine had gone to live ammunition, st.i.tching the forest with needles that shattered trees and downed logs. The target died.

"Over the side, crew," Dumont ordered.

Jeff hurled himself off the cliff, then tried to remember all he'd been told about rappelling. He grabbed the break on his chest, felt his hands go hot, then shoot with pain as rope and break didn't quite work as he'd expected. Maybe he wasn't remembering right. He landed hard, rolled away from the rope, and brought his rifle up.

The woman from the campfire held an airgun under Nikki's chin. Daga was close enough to take any spray as well.

Annie held three horses, their eyes wide with fright, but no wider than Annie's. Another woman held a pistol to Annie's head.

"I want the box," the woman beside Annie snapped.

"I have it and no one is getting it," the woman threatening Nikki snarled back.

"Gee, and I was told all the women on this planet were so ladylike," Dumont answered with a boyish grin. "Goes to show what happens when you believe the advertising."

"Get out of here, all of you," the woman from the camp demanded.

"My men have you all covered," the other countered.

"My men have put all of your men to sleep," Dumont replied. "At least all of them who ain't dead," he added, nudging Sean's lifeless body with his toe.

Jeff did a quick survey. Some around the fire looked to be sleeping, but several of them had air pellets in them as well. If no one took care of their wounds they could bleed to death.

Dumont pointed that out.

"I should care?" the one by Annie snapped.

"It's for the cause," the other answered.

"G.o.d protect us from causes," Dumont countered.

"You starmen, you believe in nothing. I should have disappeared you first," the one with Nikki spat.

Jeff tried to edge downhill, toward Annie. Dumont put an end to that with a slight wave of the hand that wasn't visible to the two women. "Then you'll just have to give me something to believe in, besides having another beer. I think I know what you believe in," he said to Nikki's captor, "but what's put you on this chase?" he asked Annie.

The woman flashed Dumont a greedy grin. "I'm in it for the money. Vicky Sterling'll pay well for the box. And you, over there," she said to the other woman, "she wants the starbase vanished as much as you, maybe more. I see a deal here."

Maybe she did, but Annie saw a woman distracted. Her free hand had been rubbing her stomach slowly, as if terrified and fighting to keep her supper down. Now Jeff saw where that hand was reaching: into her wallet. The short snout of a starman's gun was visible for a second. Then it spoke-on full automatic.